The weekend is in high-def.
Dunlays in Logan Square ratchets up its brew cred with a new menu of imports and microbrews. While it loses hipster points for no PBR, its beer-flight trios—five-ounce variations on a theme, from stouts to blondes to ales—more than make up for it.
Your favorite side-alley haunt decided it needed a bit more girl power, so it's turning its Thursdays nights into "The Dollhouse," a burlesque-inspired night hosted by scantily clad female servers, DJs, bartenders, go-go dancers and doorwomen. We like your odds.
When mapping your plan of attack for the smorgasbord of restaurants serving $32 three-course dinners during this week's citywide prix-fixe mania, it's best to start at the top (Pump Room, Café des Architectes) and then just stay there (Café Spiaggia, Japonais…).
Your rodeo options are fairly limited in the city, but when they do arise, they're as tough and dusty as
they come. This bronco-busting exhibition hauls three million pounds of dirt to the United Center—but
it's really Whiplash, the dog-riding cowboy monkey, that demands your attendance.
The underground cycling brigade plans an early start—and late finish—for this month's mature-themed bicycling tour, hitting Pink Monkey Gentleman's Club for drinks, Wildflowers for lacy fashions and Batteries Not Included for "demos" of who knows what, before returning to a sultry warehouse party. Definitely wear your helmet.
Consider Wingfest the Academy Awards of Chicago hot-wing purveyors, but be warned: if you wear a tux, you'll have a huge dry cleaning bill. The highlight is the Lord of the Wings eating contest, which, if you win, could very well lead to a Lifetime Achievement in Meat.
